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Depression's Darkness

Poetry By: Coralie
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Depression overwhelms even the strongest.


Submitted:Nov 13, 2011    Reads: 86    Comments: 14    Likes: 5   


Cowering in the darkness,

I use it as a shield,

worthless to all else,

now I use it to wield.

Pale skin,

cold as ice,

Living life to me,

is always rolling the dice.

Ghosts of those I loved,

walk around me now,

everything has left me,

I can't bother to ask myself how.

Into the background,

do I blend,

and quietly to myself,

I pray for an end.

Bleeding helps me none,

Pills don't help the pain,

Just to move,

I find,

only causes me great strain.

Drinking only effects my speed,

though to be honest,

it's nothing I really need.

As angry thoughts dance about in my head,

I think about how much I've bled,

not physically, of course,

but mentally was so much worse.

Breathing is alway a bore,

for it seems death,

will be so much more.

And to you now,

I shall be discreet,

I'm admitting to defeat,

all I wish for now,

is for death do I meet.





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